unscripted
When I tried to die,
death left.
When I reached for happiness,
it slipped away.
When I welcomed sadness,
even it refused to stay.
When I carried expectations,
they abandoned me first.
When I feel everything to the core,
I am crushed.
When I feel nothing at all,
I float—
too close to the sun.
This
is the irony of my life
Angelandpen
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